As I was thinking and trying to type, I did a stupid left=handed nickel, I am scared one day the fact I draw nickels and can recite the first 22 pages of Finnegans Wake. For years my proferssors said noone reads that, it's an excercise. Not being #@^#, and even in college I said my paper will be Ulysses. I was a puarst three months in a bunch or years. I knew you can't read it, and understand, but I spent 600 dollars, that took some discussion, to get Joseph Campell, talking about James Joyce, ri5 horrble, I have nothing to prove and I dedicated about a decade to Shakespeare. Every family picture, and then Joyce. It's bad, I've given a whole life to literature and old movies and I haven't made a dent. I just spent 80 bucks and the Complete Proust. I've never touched Proust, I'm only one man. I've read Maupassant, and I have an old collection of Balsac, that's probably worth more than three decent whores or some Count Bassie.